By the age of forty when youth is supposed to be passing you by,
When you are happy you are still alive,
When you still haven’t gotten married and haven’t had any kids,
The age of forty is when you finally are old enough to accept, now, more than ever, that what you have kept over the years, is worth more to you every day…
And what is gone, was not worth as much as you perhaps, would have liked….
By the age of forty, you look around at this world and your life and think …in life, it isn’t sex,
Or what you like to do, that counts the most…..
It is love….from God,
By the age of forty, when you this, and you that, and you do, and don’t, and you get up every day and somehow, you are the same incredible, single, childless, person;
With more time ahead of you than , hopefully the forty+ plus years you have already survived,
Or, more time than the time you have left behind,
To enjoy your life.